User blog comment:Llamao/A Disappearing Act/@comment-3135907-20120217222840

A rat named Gluj regroups the vermin and they charge across the flatlands toward Redwall's open gateway. Just as they jump the ditch the gates slam closed however and the hapless vermin accidentally ram the oaken gates with their skulls, unable to stop running so close to the doors. Several drop unconscious from the blow and exhaustion, and shrews on the walltops fire arrows into their midst. Gluj shoves a ferret down angrily. "Gimme that torch, idjit!" He wrenches the burning torch from the ferret's claws and throws it at the gates. "Flinner, Towig, go git sticks'n'leaves from that ditch, gather `em in a `eap right `ere, let those gates burn!" Flinner salutes. "Right Cap'n!" He suddenly receives a slingstone to the skull and goes out like a light. Towig grabs a weasel out of the ranks. "You, Grimout, `elp wid these twigs'n'brushes, willyer!" The two pile enough brush to help the fire grow. "Ahoy, Frowd, gimme summa dat fish oil yew saved off that trout we cooked awhile back...thankyer. Clewrud, get more branches. This'll burn `em out!"